Afterward, Jiang Yifeng asked many questions, such as how the power of faith was cultivated and where it came from. Chen Fang had already said quite a lot, and he didn't mind saying a bit more. He explained honestly.

He said that during a hunting trip, he encountered fierce beasts and fled, stumbling upon a dilapidated temple. He hid inside and obtained the method to cultivate and gather the power of faith there! He mentioned that other "gods" had similar experiences, all gaining their powers from that temple, which has now become their Holy Land.

Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng frowned. Something felt off, extremely off.

Jiang Yifeng wasn't sure if he had encountered too many conspiracies, but he couldn't shake the feeling that these so-called "gods" like Chen Fang were puppets deliberately created by someone. This made Jiang Yifeng wary. He had initially planned to try cultivating the power of faith, but he decided to put that idea aside again.

He suspected it might be another trap set for him. Thinking of this, Jiang Yifeng shook his head with a smile. He felt like he was becoming paranoid! Regardless of whether it was a trap for him or not, Jiang Yifeng decided against cultivating the power of faith. Being cautious couldn't hurt.

Jiang Yifeng felt he had asked enough questions.

Chen Fang remained silent, obediently lying on the ground.

At this moment, the black crow stepped forward, staring at Jiang Yifeng and pointing at Chen Fang. "Finished asking? Can we kill him now?"

Chen Fang shivered at the words, quickly kneeling and begging for mercy, claiming he still had value and knew many secrets! Jiang Yifeng knew he was making things up to save his life. But what if he really had some explosive information hidden?

The black crow nodded, then somehow pulled out a machete and started sharpening it.

The message was clear. If there was something explosive, he better say it quickly. The machete was eager for action!

Seeing this, Jiang Yifeng chuckled. Initially a chatterbox, now an actor! This black crow was quite amusing, not at all like a formidable being.

To save his life, Chen Fang kept spilling various secrets. Like a certain "god's" peculiar hobby? Or a fierce beast secretly in love with a human. For instance...

There were plenty of secrets, and they were quite "explosive"! But did any of them really matter? Jiang Yifeng couldn't listen anymore. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed the power of the Dao onto Chen Fang.

But at that moment, a deep blood aura emerged from the golden light on Chen Fang's body. Simultaneously, Jiang Yifeng felt a large amount of the power of causality connecting to him.

At this moment, Chen Fang burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, come on, kill me!"

"If I die, all the billions of humans who believe in me will be buried with me!"

"And you, you will also be entangled by this immense causality."

Chen Fang finally revealed his trump card. As a "god," how could he not have one? Of course, this wasn't his exclusive trump card. It was a common one among those who cultivated the power of faith. They could transfer the damage they received to their followers.

Although those followers were weak, through the transmission of the path of faith, the damage wasn't directly inflicted on them. Instead, it extracted their lifespan and vitality to share the burden of the damage. This was why Chen Fang's defense was so strong.

This was something he had previously hidden from Jiang Yifeng. Of course, it wasn't entirely hidden. If Jiang Yifeng had used the power of faith to connect with everyone who believed in him, he would have quickly discovered this. However, Jiang Yifeng was wary of the power of faith and hadn't immediately experimented with it or used it to connect with his believers.

As for Chen Fang, he hadn't reached a dead end before. He didn't want his followers to die immediately, as a decrease in their numbers would affect his strength.

So during his previous battle with Jiang Yifeng and the black crow, he had held back. He only let his followers bear a small portion of the damage, while he used the golden light of faith to withstand most of it.

But now, it was a dead end. Jiang Yifeng and the black crow's intent to kill was evident. Chen Fang couldn't care about his future anymore. He couldn't care about his followers' lives. He just wanted to survive.

Of course, he knew this was a gamble. His followers were ordinary people, only able to help him bear damage, not enhance his attack power. He was still a punching bag. Now, he was betting that Jiang Yifeng and the black crow would be concerned about the lives of his billions of followers and wouldn't dare to commit mass slaughter. Betting that Jiang Yifeng and the black crow feared being entangled by the immense causality. And indeed, Jiang Yifeng was somewhat afraid.

Just now, he clearly felt the impact of a large amount of causality. He sensed that countless civilians had died at that moment.

As Jiang Yifeng felt at a loss, the black crow swaggered forward, looking at Jiang Yifeng with a light smile. "Let me handle it!" Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng frowned slightly. ṜÀ₦ÒＢЁ𝐒

Seeing this, the black crow said, "If the pseudo-gods aren't eliminated, your human race will never rise. Do you want to be forever manipulated by them?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yifeng shook his head. "I'm not worried about those humans; it's the power of causality that needs handling."

Although killing this pseudo-god now would result in the death of many who believed in him, as the black crow said, if the pseudo-god wasn't killed, his faith would persist. Even if the kind-hearted humans became stronger, they would still be manipulated by this "god," making the "god" even more reckless. So killing him now was the best choice. Jiang Yifeng agreed with this.

But the power of causality was a huge problem. For cultivators, the causality from killing another cultivator wasn't significant, just mutual enmity. After all, they were all defying the heavens in pursuit of the Dao.

However, if a cultivator harmed mortals or caused mass mortal deaths, it was a strong causality. A single mistake could lead to eternal damnation. This was why, apart from demonic cultivators, few cultivators would slaughter civilians.

Hearing Jiang Yifeng's words, the black crow grinned. "Hahaha, slaughter? Causality?"

"I am burdened with calamity; I am the embodiment of slaughter. Would I fear slaughter or causality?" With that, the aura of calamity on the black crow began to surge.

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